Samuel Hayes's mood fluctuated.
Odessa Woods was already full of anxiety, "Going to see Quiana? What are you going to see Quiana for? Samuel Hayes, you're not planning to take the child away because Quiana is not from our Hayes family bloodline, are you?"
"Samuel Hayes, if you really do this, not to mention Professor Doyle not forgiving you, I won't forgive you either!"
"Stop the car! Stop the car right now! Samuel Hayes, you old thing, you better explain yourself clearly!"
One second ago, she was calling him "husband" at every turn.
The next second, Odessa Woods had changed her tune.
Samuel Hayes couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and helplessness, grabbing Odessa Woods around the waist and pulling her into his embrace, "Marigold, what are you thinking? Have I ever said I was going to take Quiana away?"
"Whether you would do such a thing is not certain!" Odessa Woods's face turned shades of pale and flushed, "Then tell me, what are you going to see Quiana for?"